All Chapters of The Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Renzo’s POV Emotions nearly brought me to my knees as I released Azalea. Blood streaked down her neck where my bite had torn into her. She glared at me through tears—pain, disappointment, and heartbreak bleeding out of her eyes. And then I saw Blaze. Carrying my Saoirse away. My hand went to the tattoo of her name on my chest, an ache twisting deep into my ribs. Years of dreams, of planning a future with her, went up in smoke that instant. Azalea stood frozen, arms hugging herself. Pity stirred in me, so I led her away, mind-linking Shane to prepare the car. She let me guide her, numb, hollow. At the mansion, she fled to her room without a word. Shane lingered by the door, restless. “Alpha, I…” “What is it, Shane? I want the day to end.” “I’m sorry, Alpha. I feel like it’s my fault. He was hurting Hanna… Blaze was crazed, determined to get in at any cost.” I rubbed my temple. “I was living in a fantasy. Keeping her locked away wasn’t love. I just… couldn’t imagine her l

Saoirse’s POV After Blaze left last night, I slept deeper than I had in weeks. His touch, his mark, his relentless hunger—it had wrung me out until exhaustion dragged me under. That wasn’t good. It felt like betrayal, like I was cheating Renzo simply by letting myself breathe in the comfort of another man’s arms. The mirror told its own story. A crescent moon, inked midnight blue with two stars, glowed against my throat. A silver wolf howled inside the mark, thrumming faintly with Blaze’s power. Witchy, otherworldly, and dangerously beautiful. My fingers brushed it and sparks rushed through me. His claim. His bond. And no matter how much I swore I loved Renzo, I could feel Blaze pulsing under my skin, pulling me closer every second. Blaze was a storm I couldn’t hold off forever. Golden hair, silver eyes, that wicked smile that promised both sin and ruin. Every time he looked at me, I felt my defenses crack. Last night proved the truth: if he pushed harder, I’d let him have me. And o

Blaze’s POV Saoirse’s red hair fanned across the pillow, a fire against white linen. Her lips were swollen from my kisses, her breath ragged. Her heart told me no, but her slick little pussy whispered yes. “What’s it going to be?” I asked, my cock hard and heavy in my hand. But I wouldn’t take what wasn’t given. She was torn, still clinging to him, and it fucking burned me. A knock shattered the moment. “Leave!” I barked, scent-drunk from her arousal. Her dress was bunched at her waist, thighs glistening. No one was coming in here. “Alpha, it’s Dr. Frank. I came to check the Luna.” “I said leave. Come back later.” “Of course, Alpha.” His footsteps faded. Saoirse’s eyes searched mine, confusion written across her flushed face. “You don’t have a strong sense of smell like a wolf, love,” I said, stroking her cheek. “But your arousal perfumes this room like the sweetest sin. That scent belongs only to me.” She blushed, and I chuckled darkly. I tugged a nipple between my fingers,

Saoirse’s POV Renzo’s confession shredded something inside me. Every word had been a knife, carving open years of blindness. The control, the manipulation, the way he’d crafted a world where I could only depend on him snapped into focus now. The only freedom I had ever known was those years with Grandma Meave. Renzo never wanted me free. He never encouraged my independence. Blaze… Blaze was different. Intense, yes. Possessive, yes. But he didn’t want to cut me off from family or keep me weak. He wanted me strong. Blaze had pushed me to learn control over my magic. Renzo ignored it, even knowing I was a witch. Blaze opened his world and introduced me to his people and his family. Renzo only permitted me to be at his mother’s side, arguing that Luna's training was all that mattered. Why didn’t I see it before? Why did I excuse it all? Blaze’s arms tightened around me, his emotions bleeding through the mate bond. The comfort wrecked me. I buried myself against him, crying for the lit

Azalea’s POV I was thrilled to finally see Julia again. Uncle Patrick had raised my brother and me after we lost our parents, and Julia had been my closest friend—Elder James’s granddaughter, my confidante, my other half in childhood. She looked beautiful as always—long blond hair, a body honed like a warrior’s—but tonight she looked pale, her hands trembling. “How have you been, Aza? You look spectacular! The mated life must be treating you well,” she said, her smile brittle. “We had a rough start,” I admitted, “but we worked through it. It’s been blissful these last few weeks.” Her face lit up for a moment. “Really?! Any sign of a pup coming soon?” I rubbed my stomach, hope rising in me. “I think I might be pregnant. Renzo’s been… diligent.” We both laughed softly, but her gaze shifted, avoiding mine. I cupped her chin, forcing her eyes back to me. That’s when the tears spilled. “Julia? What’s wrong? Still upset about my brother finding his mate?” She shook her head violentl